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story_codes: M/g, bbbb/g, Ff/g, F/g, anal, gangbang, light bondage, semi-cons, cons

story_intro: It's Saturday Night at the estate and now the four girls are split up and sent to private rooms for some "specialized treatment" from the people who bid on them. Each one gets something different that will leave a lasting impression and shape their further experiences at the estate.

story_language: English





Claridge Academy, part 17

Written by madvlad


Note: See previous parts for the description and background of the characters and plotlines (particularly Parts 4-6, 10, 11, and 16). Part 17 begins on the Saturday after Part 16.


	While Beth was watching television, Veronica lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling. The two nine year-olds had just had a massage done under the strong and skilled hands of Henry and Ernest, two Polynesian men who had done this for them last time. Although both girls were feeling much better, Veronica was troubled by her reaction when Meagan and Whitney had shucked off their robes for their turn on the massage tables.

	As they had done with Veronica and Beth, the two masseurs worked over the two kindergarteners' bodies without a hint of any sexual purpose. The previous night, all four girls had received their first ass-fucking on stage before being turned loose for the gratification of the assembled guests at the dining tables. There, the foursome had been separated and subjected to all manners of perversion, except for taking any cocks in their pussies or asses. 

	Beth and Veronica had lost their cherries during the previous visit but Meagan and Whitney were still virgins, although their cunnies were the last remaining un-penetrated holes they had at the tender age of five. But there had been no further ass-fucking, either. They hadn't been sure why until Julia, the manager of the estate had checked on them that morning and explained that they didn't want to overuse the girls and wanted to keep them fresh for tonight. That sounded ominous, but the woman assured them that they would not be working the main area again. She even hinted that the girls would enjoy tonight.

	Resigned to whatever was in store for them, Veronica shifted her thoughts to something that has happened last night. There had been several times where she had been forced into giving or receiving (or both at once) lesbian sex. She hated it, but when one group made her sit still while Whitney had been ordered to lick a huge load of dog sperm from the front of her body, she loved it. At first, she thought it was just because the tiny girl was slow and careful, unlike the marauding adults. But by the time Whitney was sucking at her breasts, Veronica couldn't deny the bubbling she felt inside her sex.

	She had pushed the thought out of her mind, only to have it re-surface when she saw the nude bodies of Meagan and Whitney before they were covered in towels for their massage. Unlike Beth and Veronica, who only removed their robes once they were on the table with the towels held at the ready by Henry and Ernest, the five year-olds were quite content to disrobe first, then climb onto the tables. The site of their small forms with muscles straining as they climbed and their smooth, round little butts and pussies exposed sent a twitch through Veronica's cunt. Was she now attracted to very little girls? It was something she didn't like to admit, but her body was stating its case.

	"It's wardrobe time!" Carmen sang out as he sashayed into the room. An assistant came in behind him carrying four covered hangers. 

	Meagan and Whitney had just finished their massages were being helped off the table by the men. Meagan ignored the robe that Henry was holding for her and immediately walked over to Carmen. She stood completely naked with her hands planted on her hips.

	"Carmen! Some naughty boys put their pee pees in our butts last night and that wasn't very nice!" the little girl said crossly.

	"I'm sorry you didn't like it," Carmen replied, "But in some cultures, not to mention certain areas of Greenwich Village, that is simply something to die for."

	Henry had hurried over and wrapped Meagan in her robe. The five year-old looked at Carmen, considering his last remark. He was a very nice man, but he was a grown-up which meant that there were lots of times he didn't make any sense.

	"Now Beth, why don't you step into the bathroom first?" Carmen continued.

	Ten minutes later, the nine year-old blonde emerged wearing a strapless, gold satin shift that stopped slightly above mid-thigh. The dress hugged her slender frame, but Beth tugged worriedly at the top of the dress, afraid her flat chest wouldn't be able to keep it where it should be.

	Veronica was next. When she came out, she was wearing an embroidered blue silk robe with her hair done up in a style similar to that of a geisha. But aside from some light rouge, her face was make-up free.

	Whitney was reluctant to go next, so Meagan went in. The other girls could hear Carmen's voice and Meagan's laughter through the door. At least, she emerged in a black leather vest that ended just above her navel with no shirt underneath. A very short black leather skirt with slits on the side and black fishnet stockings minimally covered her below the waist, with small black leather boots on her feet. 

	"I'm a biker chick!" Meagan proclaimed with an ear-to-ear grin.

	That even got a smile from Whitney, who followed Carmen back into the bathroom. Once there, however, she grew somber again.

	"Are they going to put things in my bottom again?" she asked. "Cause after the boys squirted in my bottom with their pee pees, a lot of grown-up put their fingers in me too."

	Carmen sighed and put his hands on the little girl's shoulders as he knelt in front of her.

	"You're not really cut out for this wild life, are you?" he asked.

	Whitney shook her head.

	"Well, I'm not supposed to reveal anything," he whispered. "But I think you might really like what happens tonight. Now, let's get my little princess dressed."

	Whitney came out of the bathroom in a dark blue satin ballroom gown that matched her eyes with the sleeves pulled down to leave her shoulders bare. Her hair had been piled on top of her head to add to the effect of making her look like a little debutante.

	"Beth and Veronica will go first. Then I'll come back for Meagan and Whitney," Carmen announced. 

	The two fourth graders were greeted with applause when they entered the dining room. As they were paraded around the room, Beth spied a familiar figure down on all fours - her older sister Tori. It was Tori and her friends, including Meagan's older sister, Sue, who had gotten the four younger girls into this mess a few weeks ago. Now Tori and one of her friends, Luann, were on their hands and knees, wearing nothing but ball gags and dog collars with a large hooded man holding the attached leashes.

	Although normally a mild mannered girl, Beth had no pity for her sister. She could tell that both teens had not been treated well, with fresh bruises and welts all over. There were even some bite marks on their firm young breasts. Beth remembered Tori teasing her about her flat chest (what was she supposed to have? she was only nine) and was glad to see that Tori was getting her just desserts. She walked over to her subdued big sister.

	"I'm glad to see they've got you on a leash," Beth snarled. "Mom and Dad should have done that years ago!"

	Tori mumbled something around her gag and made to stand up before her minder jerked her leash. Glaring at her younger sister, Tori returned to the floor. 

	Beth and Veronica were show to a hallway. Beth was to go into the green door while Veronica was to enter the yellow one. They looked at each other silently, each hoping for the best, and then parted to their separate rooms.

	Beth's room was set up for a party. There was a table with snacks and sodas while something was playing on a large wall-mounted television. The little girl blushed as she realized it was a porno movie. Scattered on the two couches were the four boys from last night, Jimmy, Keith, Mike, and Oliver - the ones who had fucked all four girls in the ass while the audience watched. One of the boys, Oliver, looked away from the screen and straight at Beth. 

	"Welcome to our party," he said with a grin.
 
	Veronica was surprised at how warm and misty the room was. The floors and walls were made of teak and a fountain bubbled in a small pool in one corner. The only furniture was a few thin mattresses. 

	"What is..." the girl started to ask before she was shushed by someone else in the room. 

	A Japanese woman dressed in a black robe appeared. 

	"You must not make any sounds, tonight, little one," she told the nine year-old. "The absence of noise makes the other senses more acute. The mist in the air will thicken to cloud the sight. It has no scent and had no taste, so the last remaining sense will be touch which shall be used to its fullest."

	The woman led Veronica to a small bathroom. When Veronica returned a half-hour later, she was feeling quite indignant. The woman had given her an enema, something she had never experienced and was certainly not expecting. Her bowels still did not feel right, like everything was a little loose and even her butt hole didn't seem like it was quite closed. Unknown to her, certain chemicals had been added to the cleansing solution to create this exact condition. 

	The young girl saw a figure step out of the mist. It was a huge man, well over six feet tall with an immense, muscular frame. He silently took her hand and led her toward the mattresses. He gave the sash of her robe a quick tug, untying it and letting fall open. Then he pushed the silk from Veronica's shoulders. The slippery material soundlessly glided to the floor, leaving the little Japanese girl completely naked before the man. 

	With strangely gentle hands, the man caressed her face, then her neck and shoulders. He spent several minutes on her chest, rubbing her undeveloped nipples until they became erect. Moving farther down, he squeezed her hips and rubbed her belly. After fondling her tight buttocks, he kneaded the muscles in the child's firm legs. 

	Finishing there, he cupped her chin in one hand while the other explored her most intimate place. His calloused fingers gently pinched and probed at the hairless flesh between her legs. The nine year-old's almond eyes grew large and fearful as she saw the monster-sized cock growing stiff before her.

	Holding hands, Meagan and Whitney entered the dining room as a spotlight tracked the tiny pair. They couldn't help but to hear the comments as they passed, even if they didn't make complete sense to the little girls.

	"See? I thought they'd make a great couple."

	"I just knew the brown-haired one would be the bull dyke."

	"Did you see how well she handled the strap-on in the movie with the other blonde?"

	Richard intercepted the girls and directed Meagan to a table in the back. He guided Whitney over to another group of tables to be admired. When the small child began to whimper in fear, the show's emcee assured her that she would not be groped tonight - at least not in this room.

	Meagan arrived at the table where she had been directed and found another group admiring her outfit while a tall man in a hood held a leash. She saw that Roscoe, the huge Great Dane that has been very naughty with Whitney last night, appeared to be jumping up and down. As she moved around the table for a better view, she saw that the leash was not attached to Roscoe, but to the ball-gagged sixteen year-old on her hands and knees - her big sister Sue. 

	Roscoe was hopping in a funny way behind her naked sister. As Meagan got a better look, the little girl's jaw dropped when she saw what the hound was doing. She quickly scooted back to her sister's head and tapped her shoulder.

	"Sue!" the child gasped. "Roscoe is putting his pee pee in your butt!"

	The bitchy teen, already humiliated, had no patience for innocent observations from her baby sister. She glared at Meagan and tried to speak around her gag.

	"Mo mit!" she garbled. (Translation: No shit!)

	Having received many compliments (at least half of them obscene), Whitney started to walk toward Meagan's table. She was stopped at one table by a well-dressed man wearing large gold rings who asked her if she wanted to come with him to his country by the Persian Gulf and be his princess. Although she liked the idea of being a princess, she politely told him that she already had a mommy and daddy. 

	When she reached Meagan's table, she saw Roscoe and Sue and was as shocked as Meagan had been. As Meagan had done, she frantically tapped Sue's shoulder.

	"Sue, did you know that Roscoe has his pee pee in your bottom?" Whitney asked with genuine concern.

	All Sue could do was to hang her head and make an exasperated sound. The people gathered around them thought this was priceless.

	"Isn't it nice that your big sister is pretending she is a dog?" one man asked Meagan.

	Meagan considered this. That would explain why Sue was wearing a collar, although the kindergartener still thought her big sister was being awfully naughty be letting Roscoe do that stuff to her.

	"You're right, she is playing doggy!" Meagan cried in delight. 

	Then she turned to Whitney.

	"Now that Sue likes to play doggy, maybe she'll place nice with us."

	As Whitney thought this over, Roscoe let out a growl and Sue responded with a moan. A minute later, the dog pulled out of the teenager's ass (luckily for Sue, the knot did not get inside her) with a heavy stream of dog spunk gushing from Sue's violated back door. 

	"We need a clean-up over here!" one of the people seated at the table called. 

	Less than a minute later, another handler with Tori and Luann on leashed appeared. He removed the two girls' ball gags and pushed their heads toward the mess on the floor Luann grimaced and began licking Sue's drippings. Tori hesitated and got a toe to the back of her head. She hunkered down and joined Luann. Meagan wrinkled her nose - this was very yucky.

	Although he had just dumped a load in the adolescent female, Roscoe was clearly delighted to see his favorite his favorite human pup. She was wearing one of those coverings that humans liked, which didn't make it easy to play with her like he wanted.
He whined and shoveled his nose into Whitney's dress.

	"No, Roscoe!" the diminutive blonde told the beast. "I'm wearing a pretty dress. You can't lick my private part or rub me with your pee pee."

	"Poor Roscoe," a nearby man muttered.

	Roscoe's trainer clipped a leash on his collar and led the dog away. Richard, who had just come to the table, took Sue's leash and handed it to Meagan.

	"Why don't you walk Sue to your room? You and she will go into the room with the red door and Whitney will go to the room with the blue door."

	Meagan looked at her big sister, who was fuming, and shook her head.

	"Are you sure she won't try to be mean to me?"

	"Of course not - not if she knows what's good for her. Besides, I think she enjoys being a dog."

	"Okay!" Meagan agreed and began walking her sister with Whitney at her side. 

	"Who's your dog?" someone called out as they passed another table. 

	"This is my sister. She's playing doggy," Meagan said brightly.

	"And Roscoe put his pee pee in her and squirted," Whitney added.

	All of the grown-ups were laughing and the two little girls thought it was great fun. Everyone was having a good time and none of the adults were trying to do anything to them. The scene was repeated twice more before the small pair and their "doggy" found themselves standing at the edge of the hallway. 

	They walked down the passage and stopped at the red door. Meagan looked at Whitney and the two little girls hugged. Then she opened the door and went inside with Sue. Now completely alone, Whitney trudged to the blue door.

	As the red door closed behind her, Meagan looked around the room in wonder. There were chains and manacles hanging from the walls and racks with whips, dildos, and other objects that defied her comprehension. On one end of the room, there was a king-sized bed covered in a scarlet blanket with chains and manacles attached to the two corners at the foot. A pair of chains was mounted in the middle of the headboard with manacles on the ends.

	"So, this must be 'Bring You Pet to Sex' Night. Hmm?" asked a tall, long-limbed blonde. 

	Startled, Meagan stumbled back before staring up at this strange woman. She was dressed in a red leather corset, a red leather thong, and knee-high red boots with stiletto heels. She lightly tapped a riding crop in the palm of one hand, but something told Meagan that she could hit someone much harder with it. Her ears had multiple rings and studs in it and Meagan could see a metallic gleam in her tongue that meant another piercing there.

	"My name is Ilsa. I've been watching you during both your visits. The last time you were here, I enjoyed a delicious meal between your little friend Whitney's thighs. But I chose to bid on you for tonight. Each one of you girls was bid on for private sessions. I can assure you, the competition was quite fierce - just the way I like it. But you will have to prove to me that you were worth it."

	Megan swallowed loudly, drawing a smile from Ilsa. She lightly chucked Meagan under the chin with her crop.

	"Don't worry, little one. I will make sure you know how to please. Tonight, I will begin your lessons on submission and dominance."

	Jerking Sue's leash upward, she forced the teen to stand. It was obvious from the look in Sue's eyes that she knew was Ilsa was capable of. The woman marched the sixteen year-old over to the wall and chained her wrists in place.

	"You will watch us for now," Ilsa told her. "And don't let me catch you shutting your eyes."

	Ilsa turned to the trembling kindergartener with a sweet smile on her face as she tossed the riding crop on a table behind her.

	"Now then, let's begin, shall we?"

	Whitney crept through the doorway, trying to be as quiet as possible. The door clicked shut behind her, sounding nearly as loud as a gunshot to the startled girl. There was a short hallway only a few feet long ahead of her. Once she turned the corner, the rest of the room was revealed.

	"Hello, Whitney."

	The little girl gasped in surprise.

	"My uncle won you for a night in an auction," Jimmy told Beth. "So why don't you join us?"

	Beth reluctantly sat next to Jimmy on the couch and watched the porno action on the screen. She was feeling very uncomfortable and was shifting on the cushion nervously. 

	"This is making you hot, isn't it?" Jimmy asked.

	"No, I -"

	Beth was cut off as Jimmy leaned into her and kissed her, forcing his tongue into the little girl's mouth. One of his hands slid up and began to fondle her titless chest through her dress. She tried to struggle, but the older boy was too strong.

	Jimmy brought his hand down and slid it under her dress. The nine year-old tried to fight him off in vain. He felt her preteen cunt, so warm and soft, through her thin panties and began to rub and squeeze it in a way he had been taught. From the other side, Keith pulled the top of her dress down to partially expose the little girl. 

	"This will help you grow some tits," he murmured as be started to suck on Beth's exposed nipple. 

	"Yeah, I knew she liked it," said Jimmy as he continued to molest Beth's little cunny. "She's getting wet."

	Beth tried to kick out at anybody, but Mike and Oliver held her ankles and removed her shoes while Jimmy slid her panties off. Keith pulled her back onto the couch seat and pinned her arms down over her head while Jimmy shifted the rest of Beth's desperately squirming body onto the couch. The thirteen year-old removed his pants and underwear and climbed over the little girl with his penis erect and eager.

	"Please!" Beth cried.

	"She's begging for it!" Keith scoffed.

	"Noooo!" the girl protested.

	Jimmy held a finger up to her lips.

	"Shh. You're gonna feel great, soon. I promise."

	The boy lined up his rock hard dick to the slit in Beth's hairless quim. Her outer lips parted easily as he pushed, but her inner labia were a little more stubborn before he found the right angle. Beth cried out as he entered her preadolescent sex. 

	As much as he loved their asses, Jimmy loved the wet grip of little girls' pussies even better. And unlike his five year-old cousin, Maggie (whose two friends were behind the red and blue doors to learn of their fates), he did not have to be as careful when ramming his meat into this fourth grader since she could take a little more. 

	Beth cried softly as she felt the hardness sliding in and out of her. The boy kept jerking his cock up against her clit on the outward part of his strokes, agitating her body to arousal. The girl gave a sharp yip, and then bit her lip to keep from saying anything else, but Jimmy grinned knowingly.

	"See? I told you you'd feel better."

	"Uh," Beth said and tried to say something in protest, but her body was betraying her with its spikes of pleasure. She knew this would be a long night, so she ceased struggling and freely allowed the boy to take her. It wasn't long before he planted his young seed inside her nine year-old body. Then Mike took Jimmy's place at the juncture of Beth's legs. At the verge of her own climax, Beth desperately welcomed him in.

	Veronica tried to stifle a gasp as her cunny twitched again as the man's thumb swiveled her clitoris. Sound was forbidden, but the man merely smiled patiently and put a finger to his lips. The little girl bowed her head, acknowledging her new teacher's gentle admonition.

	He turned her around and pressed his index finger against her anus. She was shocked by how easily the topically drugged muscle opened around his digit. Her enema had left an oily coating in her rectum and her teacher began flexing her tissues by hooking and releasing his finger. As she did the night before, she found her anal penetration quite humiliating. But some perverse part of her acknowledged that the man's interior massage felt good. 

	First her attraction to Whitney and Meagan, and now this! Her parents had always stressed the importance of moral character. What would they think of their little girl now?

	Veronica was able to remain quiet when she felt the man's middle finger pressing against her anus. One finger was plenty; she didn't know how to manage two. The man gave her buttock a mild slap. Then the girl remembered how the woman told her to push with her bowels when the penetration became difficult. She pushed and soon felt two fingers exploring her steamy depths.

	When the man removed his fingers from her rear, she felt pulled open down there. He took hold of her hips and pulled her down onto his prick. When she felt the massive mushroom head burrow between the sculpted globes of her buttocks, she squeezed her eyes closed and pushed with her insides as much as she could. 

	As the head penetrated her ass, she felt her sphincter being forced open even further and further than it had before. She felt his head moving deeper inside of her, but still her little anus bloomed open. The discomfort was turning into pain with each additional bit of stretching until...her opening closed a little. She had clamped down just after the head where his cock narrowed slightly. 

	Maybe this is what he had wanted. Her body relaxed now that the entry was done. The presence of his cock head inside her was still immense, but Veronica felt that she could adjust. Then the man began to pull her ass down onto his cock again. The child's asshole began opening again.

	"Come closer," Ilsa grinned as she beckoned to Meagan.

	The blonde was sitting on the edge of her bed with her legs stretched straight out; one resting on each of Meagan's shoulders. She had removed her g-string and now her blonde thatched cunt waited for the giver year-old. A few drops of dew glittered along the woman's slit. Meagan took another tentative step further.

	"Don't be shy," Ilsa said. 

	"I'm scared," Meagan whined.

	"I'll tell you what to do. Now - all the way in."

	The little girl stepped up to the woman's crotch. Ilsa gripped the back of Meagan's head and pulled the child's face against her dripping crotch. Once she had Meagan in position, she began to give her orders.

	"Lick there, no deeper. Use all of your tongue...ah, yes that's it. Mmmm...go up. Do you feel that? Nibble on it. Oh, guh...now suck...harder. HARDER! Move you mouth side to side. Now back to licking. Harder. Go faster, damn. Push your tongue as hard as you can. Now back up the top and suck. Just keep going up and down, lick, suck. Use your little teeth now and then. God...yes! Oh, you are such a good little cunt eater."

	Sue stood where she was shackled, watching her baby sister learn to service a woman. Ilsa looked up at the teen in triumph and licked her lips, slowly and obscenely. Keeping her eyes locked on Sue, she continued to encourage Meagan.

	"You're doing fine, but don't let up on that pressure, Use every muscle you have in that wonderful mouth you have. Mmph! That's it!"

	Meagan was becoming a fast learner and even Ilsa, who prided herself on how she could control her body, had difficulty in keeping from cumming. But she held off for a half hour as the child chewed and sucked and licked at her cunt. Ilsa ground the five year-old's face into her pussy, then clenched the little girl's head between her legs, squeezing her thighs into Meagan's cheeks as she came hard.

	"FUCK! AUGH! Oh, damn, baby. That was the best."

	Ilsa released her leg lock and Meagan stumbled backward a step, her face flushed from her exertions and the woman's leg grip. Ilsa chuckled as she saw the little tyke's wide-eyed face with her dripping mouth. She removed a blonde pubic hair from the little girl's nose and stroked her hair.

	"Well done, little one. You've learned your first lesson in submission. Now you will learn about domination."

	"My name is Sandra," said the pleasant, blonde-haired, blue-eyed woman. "I've been looking forward to meeting you. Would you like some tea?"

	Whitney looked at the table set with a tea pot, cups and saucers and several delicious looking small cakes.

	"Is this a tea party?" the little girl asked hopefully.

	"Yes, I figured that every little girl likes a good tea party. Why don't you sit next to me?"

	Whitney eagerly climbed up onto a chair next to Sandra. Looking behind her, she saw a large bed. Maybe that's where this pretty lady took a nap. Setting up tea parties was hard work, as Whitney could attest to, having done the dame for her dolls and stuffed animals at home. She had even done one for all the girls in her dorm. Miss Dottie, their dorm mother, had even given her punch and cookies to serve. The thought of her dorm mates made her frown as Sandra placed several small cakes on the little girl's plate.

	"I hope Meagan is getting some cake," she said.

	"Knowing Ilsa, I'm sure she's giving your friend plenty to eat," Sandra remarked.

	Sandra chatted with Whitney, setting her at ease. The woman was in her early forties and liked both men and women in bed. But her favorite was prepubescent girls. She could have bid for any of the four "guests" tonight, but the tiny blonde had definitely stirred her desire the most. Sandra was quiet by nature and avoided most of the wild orgies and shows at the estate's gatherings. But her wealth and influence on the estate's affairs was quite powerful.

	Gradually, she had coaxed Whitney into her lap was able to stroke the girl's hair and cheeks (the ones on her face) without unsettling her. They had been having a wonderful for over an hour. Whitney was currently doubled over in Sandra's lap, in hysterics after hearing a story about how Sandra's golden retriever had an unsuccessful argument with a grid of lawn sprinklers that had suddenly started with the dog trapped in the center.

	When the little girl finally stopped laughing, she weakly leaned back on Sandra's breast with her eyes wet from laughing so hard. Sandra kissed Whitney on the mouth and held her lips there. She felt the child stiffen, then slowly relax when Sandra did nothing more than rub the back of her neck for a minute.

	Whitney was waiting for Sandra to suddenly shove her entire tongue in her mouth and grab at her private place, but none of that happened. The hand on her neck felt very nice. When Sandra finally did use her tongue, she only inserted the tip past Whitney's teeth. Now Sandra was stroking one of Whitney's bare shoulders. The little girl was relieved that this nice lady was not making her do anything. But she thought that Sandra wanted to touch tongues so she meekly pushed her tongue out to meet Sandra's.

	Emboldened by Whitney's reaction, Sandra reached further with her own tongue - not much, just enough to politely explore some more of the little girl's mouth. Whitney liked this. It felt very nice without someone trying to shove their tongue into her mouth.

	After Sandra had tasted the five year-old's mouth for several minutes, she broke the kiss and slowly started to slide the gown from Whitney's shoulder. The little girl didn't protest, but was =nervous as the shiny material fell away from her chest and belly and settled at her waist.

	"Miss Sandra, are you going to make me naked and put your mouth on my pee pee?" Whitney asked somberly.

	Sandra brushed her fingers over the little girl's smooth chest as she answered her.

	"Does that make you frightened?"

	"Uh huh. Lots of grown-ups did that to me. It was scary."

	"Well, it's just you and I here and I like to do things very slowly and very gently, just like we kissed. What if we leave your panties on and I can teach you how to make a woman feel good? Would you like that instead?"

	Whitney nodded, looking very relieved. She let Sandra slide her out of her gown and then let herself be carried to the bed. 

	Sandra took off her dress and joined Whitney, wearing only panties and a bra. She smiled at the little five year-old who looked so cute and vulnerable in only a small pair of white silk panties.

	"Why don't you help me with the rest of my clothes, Whitney? Then we'll get started."

	Jimmy started on Beth again. After each boy had given the fourth grader a good, hard, missionary-style fuck on the couch, Beth had crawled to her knees and went to the other end where she leaned forward with her chest on the overstuffed arm. Oliver was standing next to the couch with a new hard-on and little Beth, having cum three times during the first round, was now eager for more. 

	As she knelt on all fours, Beth sucked on Oliver's prick. She felt the cushions sag behind her as Jimmy put his hands on her waist. She felt him pushing against her and whined in heat around Oliver's tool as her anus irised open the teen cock sank into her ass.

	The nine year-old was pummeled with adolescent meat from both ends. One of the other boys (she couldn't tell who with her face positioned to take Oliver's offering), shoved his hand against her hairless mound and slid a finger in her young snatch while he swabbed her clit with his thumb.

	Beth came again just before she swallowed Oliver's seed. A minute later, she felt Jimmy flood her nicely strained rectum. She let herself get turned around so that her legs were dangling off the heavily padded arm of the couch. Mike plowed his cock into Beth's semen-lubricated rear passage. As Keith sat on the couch in front of her, he pulled her head down to his lap where she willingly opened her mouth to receive him. 

	Beth's ass was still as tight as it was the night before when it lost its virgin status, but Mike had no problem fucking the youngster as she now knew how to shift her muscles back there. Jimmy's deposit helped things slide along as well. Along with Keith and Jimmy, he had plumbed the tiny rectums of Jimmy's five year-old cousin Maggie and her little friend Lauren. They were even tighter than Beth, but he had to be careful not to hurt them by thrusting too hard. Beth could handle a bit more force and on his next thrust inside the little girl's smooth anal sheath, he thought he may have gone in an extra half inch.

	The man's cock burrowed another half inch into Veronica\'s body. The little girl couldn't contain the sound of her breath as she sharply exhaled. But the man seemed to understand that this would happen since she was quite new at this.

	Her asshole was now stretched to the maximum again as the huge rod of man meat had gone four inches past the head. Veronica now had to deal with her insides stretching in places where the boys' smaller cocks hadn't reached. After each increment of penetration, the man would pause and allow the little girl's rectum adjust to his presence. Along with the width, there were some bends and curves in her tight channel that had to straighten to allow his next probe.

	Although he never spoke, the man thrilled at the knowledge that each thrust now put his cock into previously virgin territory. As the nine year-old's body recovered and adjusted with each deeper thrust, he would finger the child's bald muff, bringing her to the point of orgasm before stopping and resuming his entry. It had been an hour since his cock tunneled through her anus. He judged that he had another hour to go before he was completely buried inside of her. No matter, he had all night.

	"We have all night," said Ilsa as she unshackled Sue and made the teen drop to all fours again. "Plenty of time for Meagan to learn another lesson or two. And you are going to assist me in teaching her how to dominate. Guess which end of that stick you're getting."

	Sue hung her head as she was dog-walked to her little sister.

	Meagan wondered what Ilsa was talking about. Domination? Was that like dominoes? She liked playing with them and it was a fun way to learn her numbers. Her roommate, Gretchen was almost as good as she was, but Meagan won most of the time. But somehow Meagan knew that Ilsa's game, wasn't going to be so innocent and whatever she was going to learn wasn't going to be about numbers.

	Ilsa knelt down by Meagan and pulled up the little girl's leather skirt. Underneath was a tiny black g-string which the woman quickly plucked off. The little girl squirmed as her cunny was exposed to her big sister. Ilsa fondled the child's bald muff, squeezing the plump flesh and pulling the lips apart to show Meagan's pink hymen. 

	"Doesn't this look delicious?" Ilsa crooned to Sue. "Such a beautiful little baby pussy - and you wanted to see it ripped apart by some hard cocks a few weeks ago, didn't you?"

	Knowing better than deny it to Ilsa, Sue nodded her head. Meagan's eyes grew wet with tears. 

	"I can understand the attraction," Ilsa admitted, but it was be such a waste of an adorable young cunt. And besides," she continued, taking Meagan's chin in her hand. "This little one has so much potential."

	Ilsa reached over and unbuckled one side of Sue's ball gag. The teen let it drop from her mouth and worked her jaws to relieve the ache. 

	"Meagan," Ilsa said to the little girl. "You are going to dominate your big sister. She is to stay on her hands and knees and eat your pussy, just as you did for me. I suggest you limit her to licking and sucking only. In fact, if she does bite you, I will personally remove her teeth one by one."

	"I don't know what to do." Meagan said.

	"Just tell her when it feels good and when to try something else. You'll get the hang of it. But be forceful when you make your commands. You may start now."

	"Sue, could you please eat my...my pussy?" Meagan said meekly.

	Ilsa snorted and shook her head. Sue stared dully at her little sister's cunny, hating what she was going to be forced to do. Not that she cared about Meagan's feelings. But these assholes were always coming up with some new humiliation for her. Or maybe the little brat would start bawling and end this shit now.

	"Try again," Ilsa ordered. "Now!"

	Meagan took a deep breath and then said, "Sue, eat my pussy. Uh...Now!"

	Meagan looked up at Ilsa, who nodded in approval.

	Sue began licking her sister's bald slit as lightly as possible to reduce as much contact as she could. But Meagan barely felt anything and told her to lick harder. Sue complied, but it wasn't enough.

	"No," Meagan said. "Harder, plea-. Uh, harder."

	Sue licked harder, pushing her tongue into Meagan's slit as far as the child's hymen would allow. When she flicked her tongue against Meagan's clit, the little girl told her to suck there.

	"Oh!" Meagan cried. "Don't do it so hard there. Um...suck there than lick again. Do it again and again."

	Meagan felt her knees weaken as her pussy heated up. Ilsa chuckled and helped stead the child on her feet.

	"Is your pussy getting wet inside?" she asked Meagan.

	"Uh huh. Is that okay?"

	"Absolutely! That means your big bad sister is obeying your commands." 

	Meagan's chest puffed out with pride. She had always been afraid of Sue, but now she could be the boss. That was as much fun as the way her pee pee, no, her pussy was feeling. Well, almost as much fun. 

	Sue felt a tingling in her own cunt as she felt Meagan's five year-old sex respond to her oral sex. As if things couldn't get any worse, now she was getting turned on by a little brat who was only a few years removed from diapers. Still, her excitement made her lick and suck more aggressively, making Meagan cum while Sue's mouth was smothering her tiny quim. 

	After Meagan's tremors had passed, Ilsa let go of the girl's shoulder. Then she jerked on Sue's leash and made her stand upright. 

	"No water for you," Ilsa told the older girl. "I'd hate to wash away the taste of your little sister's cunt."

	As she buckled the ball gag back in place, she sniffed the air and looked at Sue's crotch. 

	"Why you little bitch!" she laughed. "You liked it! Meagan, see how the taste of your pussy made your sister all wet?"

	Meagan saw the moistness on her sister's crotch and looked up at Sue's face in puzzlement. Still laughing, Ilsa walked Sue back to the wall and put her back in her shackles. Then she went to the bed, sat down, and removed her boots. As she started to unbuckle her corset, she smiled at Meagan.

	"We'll have playtime soon enough, little one. But first there is one more lesson. I hope you learn it well."

	Sandra sighed as Whitney showed that she had learned her lessons well. For over an hour, the little girl's plump red lips and warm tongue had done nearly magical things to the woman's vagina. At first, she fumbled as she tried to learn where Sandra best liked suction or caressing. But the woman only stroked Whitney's hair and told her to take her time. 

	As her technique improved, so did her comfort with this grow-up she had just met. For a long time, she had lain between Sandra's legs with her face nestled between the woman's thighs. Then Sandra had her lying face down on top of her with Whitney's mouth working on her pussy while the little girl's lower end was available for Sandra's viewing pleasure. The silk panties tightly covered the bubbly little buttocks and the tantalizing female bulge between the child's thighs. Sandra stroked and kneaded the firm muscles and surrounding softer flesh of Whitney's legs while the five year-old gave her two more orgasms. 

	Sandra tugged on Whitney's arm and had the girl turn around so that her head was on Sandra's breast. The woman took her nipple and held it to the child's mouth. Although she had been weaned as an infant, Whitney's instincts still remained and she suckled contentedly on Sandra's breast. The woman cuddled her and caressed her silk-covered ass, but Whitney did not fear this touch.

	Sandra had no idea they laid together like this. Nor did she care. But after a very long while, she pulled Whitney's mouth away from her nipple so that she could look the child in the eyes. 

	"Whitney, can I make you feel good now?"

	The little girl nodded.

	Beth nodded when Jimmy asked if she was ready for him. She was standing upright, held at the hips by Mike, who had his cock planted in her well-fucked ass. But the little girl's body quickly recovered from each entry and, once again, another cock was tightly wrapped by Beth's slick passage.

	The smooth lips of Beth's small cunny were leaking a thin white fluid; the mixture of jism and her own lubrication. The nine year-old grunted as Jimmy's cock speared into her narrow, slippery twat. With her ass presently impaled, the penetration of her pussy was all the tighter and her insides were stretched taut. 

	Once Jimmy was all the way inside the youngster, both he and Mike straightened their legs, lifting Beth's feet off of the floor. It was late and the boys were getting tired. They couldn't lift Beth up and down to fuck her like they had done earlier and simply settled for grinding their cocks around inside her tender holes. 

	Filled with cock and with the young teens pressing against her exhausted body, Beth's head lolled to the side with her mouth partly open and drooling. Her saliva also had traces of white semen from uncounted loads she had taken there. When Mike and Jimmy came, their blasts were weak and small, having dumped so much into the fourth grader all night. But her slim, semen-flooded body couldn't absorb anymore and these small amounts spurted out of her before the boys could take their dicks out. 

	Beth nearly collapsed on the floor before jimmy and Mike helped her stagger to an empty couch. She fell on the cushions after having her body filled to its limit.

	Veronica's rectum was filled to its limit - or at least she thought so. The little Japanese girl was afraid of what might happen to her tortured backside once the man was completely inside of her and he began to fuck in and out. She feared her insides would be ripped from their moorings. 

	But when she felt the man's pubic hairs mash against her smooth young buttocks, the man stopped to frig her cunny just short of the climax point once more. Then he gripped her waist and squeezed hard. Holding her tight, he shifted his hands up and down, stroking his cock through the child's slender body. He could feel the moving pressure on his cock while Veronica could feel her interior tissues pressed and worked against his member. 

	Every so often he would pause. Veronica realized that he was bringing himself to the brink of orgasm each time, just as he had been doing to her. Aside from his ands and her body, she could see little else in the room's mist. The only sounds were the faint whispers of moving flesh as he pulled and pushed on her sides. The sultry heat of the room made the little girl sweat all over,

	Veronica had no sense of time; she would have been shocked to know that the man had been inside her for four hours - half of the time penetrating her and the other half using her like this. But now the man began to manipulate her trunk with greater urgency. He was more forceful as he gripped her body and pressed against his stationary cock. He was essentially masturbating inside her rear end. 

	Veronica was getting near the end of her endurance. The discomfort of her anal impalement was mixed with his manipulation of her sex until they became as one driving need for release. She couldn't help but to let out a short bark of "ungh!". Whether it was her voice or just coincidence, but the man exploded inside of her. She felt the scalding jets shoot even deeper into her invaded colon. 

	The man's balls had been enormous to begin with. He had also taken a mixture of herbs and artificial supplements to increase his semen load. The portion of Veronica's colon not touched by the huge prick filled with more seed, stretching her even further. She looked down and saw her lower belly beginning to swell. Then a huge hand snaked around and attacked her cunt. After so many times at near-climax, her orgasm was mind-blinding. That last thing her mind recorded before she fainted was the sensation of him still pumping more jism into her ass. 

	Ilsa remembered how Meagan's ass had looked the night before with jism leaking out. After removing her won clothes, she had stripped the little girl naked and laid her face down on the bed. Meagan started to whimper when she felt Ilsa's greased finger pushed through her tiny asshole, but she remained quiet after the woman told her to stop in an even tone. Ilsa silently commended the child on her quick adherence to a command without the hint of a threat in her voice. 

	Withdrawing her finger, she pushed a small egg-shaped vibrator into the five year-old's rectum. She could feel the girl stiffen as her anus stretched around the adult toy, but she made no sound. After the egg passed through, the little portal slammed shut around the thin wire trailing out of it. Ilsa rolled the girl onto her back and rubbed the little belly with its thin layer of baby fat. 

	"You took that very well, little one. I am pleased with you."

	Meagan was glad that short experience seemed to be over. She thought it would be polite to respond somehow, as she had been taught when a grown-up said something nice to her. Looking for something to say, she eyed the gold rings with small ruby mounts in the woman's nipples.

	"I like your rings. They're very pretty."

	"Why, thank you," Ilsa replied, quite charmed. "If you'd like, I can put some in your nips right now."

	Meagan squeaked in fright and clamped her hands protectively over her flat chest. Ilsa laughed and ruffled Meagan's hair. 

	"I'm just teasing, but we'll do some work there in a little bit."

	She leaned down and kissed Meagan, quickly swabbing the child's mouth with her tongue. She coaxed the little girl's tongue out as she tried to respond. When Meagan's tongue reached out far enough, Ilsa sucked the little morsel hard into her mouth and held it there. With the child distracted by this, she reached up with one hand (having been well practiced at this) and clamped the cuffs attached to the chains from the headboard over Meagan's wrists. 

	Meagan tried to jerk her hands free, but the manacles had been made for a child and there was no give. Ilsa released her tongue and gently shushed the panicking girl. Meagan regained her control as best as she could, but couldn't stop sniffling as Ilsa spread her legs and manacled each ankle separately.

	With the five year-old helplessly secured in place, Ilsa gave her a kiss on the nose and another on the mouth. He tugged at the child's lips for moment with her own mouth before moving on to her chest. She licked the tender flesh to set it then settled over one miniscule nipple. She sucked at it for several minutes until the tiny tip remained erect and straining from the little girl's heaving chest. 

	Ilsa reached into a small box she had set on the bed and pulled out an alligator clip. The teeth on the inner clamping portion had been filed and coated in rubber. While Sue had not been given this courtesy, the purpose with Meagan was to teach, not to punish. She held the clip up so that Meagan could see it and let the girl's eyes track it as she brought it to her stiffened nipple. Holding the clip open, she slipped it around Meagan's nipple and slowly let it spring shut. The child groaned a little as her sensitive flesh was pinched and Ilsa allowed that. 

	Meagan groaned again when Ilsa started on her other nipple. Meagan's response was partly from pleasure and partly from knowing what would happen next. A few minutes later, a second altered clip was in place. Ilsa moved up so that her face hovered over Meagan's.

	"The lesson here, little one, is how a little discomfort can give you pleasure. Even more so with pain, but you are not ready for that."

	She tugged on the nipple clamps, making Meagan whimper. She repeated this for several minutes, tugging on one or the other or both at once - never too hard. At first Meagan tried to move her torso. But Ilsa spotted a subtle shift as the little girl started squirming with her hips. The odd expression on her face told the woman what she needed to know. 
She spread Meagan's pussy and saw that the pink interior was drooling slightly.

	"You're wet, little one. You're pussy is using what you're feeling. Done the right way, you could even cum without me ever touching your pussy. Do you understand?"

	"I..." the child panted. "But why does it do that?"

	"It's how we are made. You don't need to worry about that. All I wanted you to know was that it could be done."

	She brushed a tear from Meagan's cheek and then swabbed one delicate ear with her tongue.

	"School's out," she whispered in the little girl's ear. "Now it's time to play."

	Ilsa flicked a switch on the egg vibrator. Meagan jerked in her chains as she felt the forgotten device come to life deep in her ass. Ilsa wrapped her lips around the child's hairless sex and delved into the little treat with her tongue. She used the tip and the metal stud to massage the five year-old's pussy in a whole new way. Between the oral thrashing and her still pinched nipples, Meagan cried out as she came explosively. 

	Ilsa waited until Meagan calmed down and then renewed her attack. After two more very hard cums, the very weary kindergartener had clearly had enough. As Ilsa licked her lips to start again, Meagan shook her head and gave her a pleading look. Ilsa turned off the vibrator and waited until Meagan closed her eyes. When she was sure the girl was asleep, she eased the vibrator out, removed the clamps, and undid the manacles. Then she unshackled Sue and jerked on her leash. 

	"Come on, wench, we still have the rest of the night."

	Whitney opened her eyes as Sandra licked her way up one smooth little thigh. The tot was lying on the bed with her head and shoulders on a pillow so she could look down her body. Her chest and belly gleamed with the saliva that Sandra had left there. The pale pink nipples, barely discernible from the white smoothness of her chest were hard and pointed from Sandra's oral efforts.

	Sandra licked Whitney's leg until she stopped an inch short of the leg band on the small silk panties. Then she took Whitney's other foot and sucked on the girl's plump little toes, making the kindergartner giggle. The giggling died away as Sandra tongued her way up that leg. The woman had taken her seduction of Whitney very slowly and gently - just the way that she herself liked to be taken. Now she would see if it worked.

	Looking into the little girl's eyes, she gave the waistband of Whitney's panties a small tug. In response, Whitney raised her butt off the bed and let Sandra slide the silken garment down her legs. Whitney waited calmly as Sandra moved up and surveyed the scrumptious little feast waiting for her between the child's creamy thighs. 

	The woman kissed and sucked on the succulent girl flesh of Whitney's silky smooth mound. As she licked the tiny slit, she delved a little deeper with each swipe until she could feel the delicate maidenhead that guarded the untouched depths of Whitney's sex. 
Using her thumbs, she pulled the upper part of the little girl's slit apart so she should get to the baby clit at every possible angle with her tongue and her lips. She was rewarded as Whitney bucked her hips and cried out in her climax. 

	"Do you want more?" Sandra asked Whitney once she had settled down.

	After a nod from the girl, Sandra devoured the five year-old's pussy once more, drinking every bit of little girl cunny juice she could draw from the precious pink interior. She tried to prolong Whitney's wait this time, bringing her close then pleasuring the child in a different manner while the little girl mewled desperately. When she felt a pair of small hands touch her hair Sandra knew it was time to make the tot cum again. With long, sweeping licks of the tiny muff, Sandra gave Whitney another release. 

	When Sandra started to ask her if she wanted to do it again, Whitney simply held her arms out. The little girl's eyes were drooping and the recent exertions were probably enough. Sandra hugged Whitney to her and was pleased when she felt a small mouth envelope her nipple. The sucking only lasted a few minutes before Whitney's head fell away from her breast in deep slumber.

	Beth awoke the next morning on a couch. The boys were gone. Her shiny gold dress lay in a small heap on the floor, but she found a fluffy white robe lying nearby next to a glass of water and a pill. She recognized the pill as one of the painkillers that Carmen had given her and Veronica after their gang bang during their previous visit. 

	Her limbs moved stiffly and she did ache between her legs, this time in both holes. She could feel stickiness inside there and tasted the residue of stale cum in her mouth. Did she really do everything she remembered last night? She hadn't wanted to at first, but then she couldn't get enough. Was this what she was really like? It was all very confusing for such a young girl.

	She took her pill and drained the glass. Putting on her robe, she opened the door and stepped into the hall.

	Veronica woke up lying belly down on a pillow. Several pillows had been stuffed under her torso and head. Her legs were left draping off the end. As she shifted off of the pillows, she found a huge pool of drying cum on the mattress just below where her crotch had been. She moaned as she realized that this must have all drained from her ass as she slept.

	It still felt funny inside, kind of stretched out of shape. Carefully, she felt her anus with her finger and was relieved to find it was closed. Her body was adjusting itself back to normal. She found the same kind of robe and pill that Beth had received. She took her medicine, donned the robe and stepped out into the hall.

	"Hey."

	Veronica looked to her left and saw a very sleep rumpled Beth in a white robe. 

	"Are you okay?" Beth asked.

	"Yeah. But I need a shower."

	"Me too"

	The girls padded along in silence, finding their way back to the now deserted dining room. After a couple of tries, they found the right door that led down the hall to their bedroom. But before going there, they stopped at a shower room they remembered before. Fortunately, there was soap and shampoo already stocked. 

	They each stepped under a separate shower head after hanging up their robes. They washed themselves in silence, each scrubbing at some rather personal areas without regard as to what the other girl might see. They were far beyond that now.

	"Remember those boys from Friday night?" Beth finally said. "They all...did it to me in my mouth and everywhere. It was like when we were here the last time. I wanted it more."

	"There was a man I never saw before," Veronica replied. "He did it in my butt."

	"Just your butt?"

	"Uh huh."

	"How many times?"

	"Just once."

	"That's not so bad."

	"His thing was really big and I think it took most of the night just to do it."

	"Oh."

	The bedraggled fourth graders returned to the bedroom and lay down for a while longer. Sometime later, the door opened and one of Carmen's assistants ushered in Meagan and Whitney. Judging by the little girls' damp hair, they had just showered as well. He took their orders for breakfast and left.

	While the four girls ate, Veronica noticed that Megan kept peering down her robe at her chest.

	"Are you okay?" she asked the younger girl.

	"Uh huh. I was just remembering my lesson."

	Veronica shook her head at the thoughts of kindergarteners and went back to her breakfast.

	It was shortly after noon when Julia came into the room. The girls were dressed in their school uniforms.

	"Do you want to stay a little longer or go back to the academy?" Julia asked.

	"Academy," Beth and Veronica said in unison. Meagan nodded slowly.

	Whitney approached Julia and tugged on the woman's sleeve. Julia bent down.

	"Is Miss Sandra still here?" the little girl asked softly.

	Julia smiled.

	"No, she had to go back home, but she would very much like to see you again. Would you like to see her, too?"

	"Yes."

	"Then I'm sure she'll make it happen. Oh, Meagan - this is for you."

	Julia handed the girl a small gift bag as they left to go to the limo. Once they were settled into the seats and on their way back to the campus, Meagan opened the bag to look inside. Whitney, seated next to her, looked too.

	"Those are pretty," the little blonde said.

	Meagan had a crimson blush and an odd look on her face as she closed the bag. Inside were Ilsa's nipple rings from last night.

	
	
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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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